Best Debacles Poems


Premium Member Bible Sea Worthy Vessels

Amidst great ocean of life --- voyaging
I’m blest with the Lord’s granted fellowship
partnership-bliss in faithful stewardship…
Captain is Christ by His love’s engaging.

Along life's trip, I've learned Bible ships’ facts
attesting the Creator’s supreme hand
working by His omnipotent command
assuring sweet peace from evil attacks.

With God’s sovereign design, notable
Noah’s Ark in Genesis does prevail 
as Earth’s first ship fulfilling divine sail
to preserve creation, grandly noble.

As a floating zoo against water might
Almighty-propelled vessel was haven
for animals while showers poured from heaven
bound Noah’s family with home’s delight.

One sea-vessel expressed by the Scriptures
showed baby Moses on his gracious trip
handled by the omniscient Father’s grip
the buoyant basket wrought great adventures.

Victorious ship in the Old Testament
surmounted grievous horrible tempest
when Prophet Jonah passed obedience test
admitting guilt for pardon fulfillment.

The greatest was the ship* of Jesus Christ
encountering numerous miracles
with the Saviour calming all debacles
by His truth and guidance, mercy-sufficed.

In this journey toward eternity
sailing with my Captain in reaching-out
as fisher of men midst soulwinning bout
I’m safe in His friendship of grace-bounty.

*Mark 5:21 And when Jesus was passed over again by ship unto the other side, much people gathered unto him: and he was nigh unto the sea. 

November 7, 2021
4th place, "A Noteworthy Ship" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Robert James Liguori; judged on 11/11/2021.

Premium Member Life of a Gynaecologist

It is perhaps the hurried way I walk,
May be the manner in which I talk,
Or is it the subtle perfume I wear,
That tells a Gynaecologist is near! 

When I park my car, head up stairs,
I see patients sat on waiting chairs,
Smiling women with a hope for child,
Seeking from me what nature denied!

Birth of a child is a boon from heaven,
Yet rarely is the fault of these women,
Their husbands blame it all on germs,
When often they are short of sperms!

detailed talk always reveals the truth,
They have been secluded since youth,
they have learnt of babies and stork,
So far there has been no sex talk!

you may think the husbands be wise,
He looks educated, mild and nice,
But he has been to the same school,
He has no idea how to work his tool!

In vitro fertilisation is clinical answer,
Something very easily done by nature,
When they successfully have a baby,
You even have to teach them a lullaby!

Social prejudices, religious shackles,
Is reason for these sorry debacles,
Fear of sex impairs their normal life,
Married, yet he doesn’t know his wife.

Two decades of life as gynaecologist,
Seen more eggs than an ornithologist,
While birds and animals breed so free,
Human breeding needs a medical degree!

They give me flowers, thank you card,
They say my finger tips are like God!
But deep inside I know reason why,
The man is ignorant, the girl is shy!

Date 27/03/2020
Strand poetry contest
Sponsor Brian strand

My Pal Ms Poetry

Rising from the mightiness of my mind's eye,
Diving through the everglade of my endless thoughts,
Dancing to the tunes of my triumph stories,
She came, My love!, to be by my side.

To pull me out of the misery of this chaotic world,
To sing a lullaby amidst the roars of selfish souls,
To liberate me from the loud moans of insensitivity,
She came, My love! , to give me serenity.

She came, My darling! she came into my lonely world
She spoke, my darling! She spoke the words of love.

She hosted my success parties
She eclipsed my debacles
She gulped the rancour of my loneliness
She spread the light of courage in the darkest hour of menace

She came, My darling! She came to wipe my tears
She sang, My darling! She sang the melody of morning dew.
Meet her, My darling! Greet her in this creamy dream
She is my companion in life's amazing stream.


Escaping Reality

I’m too tired to tell another story 
About the pangs of reality 
of my barricading delusions 
and my spontaneous God given days 

A long wait ;A fat fate
A nine day wonder that forever lay in yonder.
I’m bled out of verve ;high on adrenalin 
I hated narcissism ,ignored individualism. 

Am losing my creed hard as it seems,
No need for innuendos and cover ups
No gimmickry no false flags  
I believe in theocracy,oneness of the most high.

I have been punched and bruised 
Dead beaten and Ill stricken.
I've been a witness to sordid days 
Happy years and bonfire nights 

I once asked Santa for maiden 
He told me " dude lets be serious"
I won't even bother Cupid 
That naked winged baby wielding weapons 
who even crowned him an angel ?

I've breached the rules 
Threshed on everything with a head full of pain 
Tried singing when broken 
Only to realise my voice is even worse than my problems  

In my fantasies I probed for honesty ,
Paraded with veracity.
But bliss is not a thing life guarantees 
And I know this is how life in its entirety goes.

My imaginings are wilder, 
Might soon catch a banshee 
My nostalgias are inconsistent ,
And My health is really getting better 
Will someday soon sky dive in Ghana 
Or yet still rally on the Savannah 

I sought levity in the midst of debacles
Only to find fury in endless spirals.
I stumbled on a prose
Lo! let me sip on its sweetened repose.

In my hands a pen a paper 
so I can write away my woes.
recite it like a rhapsody or sing it like a hymn 
As a form of consolation,An escape from reality.
© Kofi Amed  Create an image from this poem.

Senate After Spiritual Awakening

Its election time, its hide and seek playtime
Post victory candidates were hiding, now seeking voters time

Ruling candidates are debating, bragging about turnaround  
Opposition candidates pointing debacles, for a chance begging around 

Begging circus rampant, Websters to add begging to election meaning 
Unemployed youths with begging bowl, vying entry in new meaning 

Save Tigers campaign is on, wish Politicians were extinct without campaign 
Tigers attack when hungry, Politicians attack hungry voters throughout reign 

God allotted Voters nano chip, but for change prefers calamity to election
God is abstaining from voting, all candidates as good as Satan 

Public service motto, Politicians have forgotten with fame and money ill-gotten
Senate after Spiritual awakening seems to be only answer to cleanse the rotten
                                            

( Placed 8th in Members Contest - Election Humor contest by Carolyn Devonshire )

Gulf Oil Spill

Our ecosystem and wildlife can no longer be ignored
The devastation caused by the Gulf oil spill must vastly be restored

As anger and frustration surges across the Coast
The depletion of our environment, indeed we fear the most

Several past months, many lives have been erased
In the midst of these disasters, we can only look to faith

Now let us pay a visit to some underlying factors
Volcanic eruptions, earthquakes, and other natural disasters

It was not in their intention for a high tech failed invention
Yell still they don't take into account the consequences of their actions

Efforts to contain this oil spill is more doltish than we have known
What more massive debacles can this single Earth condone?

Many local residents are now suffering from depressions
So think about what lies ahead, our future generations


©RashanaKing2010


Premium Member For Ever Is You

For Ever is you in my life
Two hearts inter twinned
You are the treasured wife
Two heart beats matched into a future destined

For Ever is you and I
Slaying dragons, building castles
An opportunity almost denied I
Bringing down the human debacles

For Ever is loving love you and you
Growing old watching the twilights
As seasons come and go
For Ever is eternity with you.

The Guardians

The master and wife
Came to disciples who pass,
The debacles of life.

Novel Refuge

Locked in the pages of a book 
I find sanctuary, a quiet nook,
Where I often retreat and find
the kindest heart, the vilest mind.

Whenever I feel like getting away
From the rigors of life on any day,
I step through the portals of a book
into a fantasy world and take a look:

At the mythical realms of dragons
Fairies, nymphs, demons, gorgons,
At the dreams, adventures and magic 
of life and death purpose and logic;

Folktales of love, miracles, covenants
Of knights, heroes and revenants,
Of saints, seers, demigods and mystics,
Priests, pundits, mullahs and clerics.

A vast chronicle of betrayal of trust
of reverence, innocence and lust,
Of deceit, debauchery and debacles
of witches, vampires and oracles.

 Deeds of dictators, despots, czars
The chaotic world of wasteful wars,
swarming with malicious mobs,
fawners, snivelers and slimy slobs.

Be it poetry, mystery or tragedy
Racy romance, fantasy, comedy, 
Oh, just give me but a book any
I will forgo a damsel’s company.

In the Library contest by Isaiah Zerbst

This Damed Family Man - Sad Commentary

This Damed Family Man - Sad Commentary

The personal issue asper role
     of fatherhood, I did address
in psycho therapy
     earlier today, particularly dynamics
     between self (birth father),
     and eldest daughter
     matter of factly confess
sing, how his (mine)

     behavior affected her express
lee during her formative years,
     and doth readily admit
     this papa felt
     accurate to second guess
some aspects asper
     retrospective interactions less
sunned prospect for healthy

     paternal bond, when mess
elf unwittingly allows,
     that my being unemployed ness
esse sear really did cause agony,
     especially NOT able
     to sound im press
sieve, when class
     mates naturally, necessarily,

     and nonchalantly
     inquired asper livelihood
     about father, and mother
     feeling sorely Tess
     Ted most likely painfully
writhing with psycho
     logical agony aver
ring, that this dada,

     NOR mama didst
     NOT work, perhaps cur
sing thy role in begetting her,
(no matter emotional debacles plagued
     me entire mein kempf
     like a sharp spur
severely disabling thine ability
     establishing a solid whir

king track record, plus abhorred,
     aggrieved, and appalled
at deplorable, despicable, and
     detestable awful 
     house keeping bald
lee obvious in some instances
     children, and family services
     (of Norristown, Pennsylvania) called

offering, or rather decreed
that dramatic improvements made
     in order for thy house
     hold to be freed
the reasonable mandatory checklist
(to avoid compromising welfare
     of minors), thus
     obligation to heed

proscribed safety measures need
did to be obeyed lest...with light speed
our deux darling heiresses weed
never see again if they 
     got forcibly taken away
fortunately though 
     we parents did not delay
following sanctioned 

     dictates - hooray,
yet subsequent discord
     wrought by my cum play
cent risque extra-marital trysts.

Reverie of a Gangster

We had anecdotal tales to tattle of bruising battles
And through them tell of injuries we felt
Litanies lamenting limited lives sunken in debacles
Discarded in the putrid places we dwelt
And from that ruin of beginning I salvage naught
To explain the internecine wars then
Using bottles and stones through the streets we fought
Before the cowardly eyes of each citizen.
It makes me laugh now, for we had nothing to claim
Except the misery of the simmering slums
And except for the repercussion’s scars, blend blame
With the ointment. We sat on rusty drums
Where men spoke of sexual valor like singed fishermen 
And between each parody of the dry tale
Remember us in our opposing villages, blind children
Fighting each other over the empty pale.

What was it about? Why did we do it? Why did we hate
The other without a cause? Why did we
Not take our insurrections to the oppressors’ grinning gate
And lodge our protest against history?
I fought with foes I never knew, and wasted my desire
On the garbage garbled up by fires
And know the old pain when I see new gangs aspire
Towards the quicksand and funeral pyres.

Severe Weather Predictions

Severe Weather Predictions...
Professedly Plagues Psyche

I do not watch, while
     feigning to sip ale,
nor listen to Wail
ling Jennings poor
     imitation by prophetic
     local aborigines scent
     ting ancestor trail,
while plucking their

     Sing song ukulele
national anthem (tip towing
     thru the dale
lie la of hybrid tulips)
     hearty and hale
     Climatological headlines,
     more like a puffed up
     magical dragon exhale

ling nothing boot hot air,
     comprising a renown folk song,
     and/or futuristic tall tale
that usually pre
     dominate every airwave scale
ling the gamut of
     every frequency 24/7, rail
ling dire warnings,

     and no need prevails,
     particularly for those
     refusing to evacuate,
     and become sitting targets
     like quail caught
     in the cross hair
     for me to know
     onset of biblical pro

     portioned sized debacles
     (since joblessness thy status,
     cuz social security disability received),
     but more pertinently
     dire forecasts rarely manifest
     into monster mashing maelstroms
case in point
     being this predicted

     "three sisters of all hurricanes"
     Florence, Light
     Ning, and Gale,
found this storm chaser
     disappointed, cuz monstrous
     banshee's utter deplorable show
ranked as utter dud at least
     (in my book), they did fail

to wreak havoc
     falling far short
     to flatten every tree,
which limb mit
     to flash flooding
minor inconvenience
     forced every to sail
guy did by those freed from jail.

I Pretend To Know of Love

I pretend to know of love
when in truth I do not know,
however many times I've
neared the touch of love
so many times one sided
either from me or from her.
And so with these debacles faced
I have begun to stop believing in..
no, I cannot dare say that.

Premium Member I Dwell In Halo Clouds


I choose to dwell in frothy clouds…
with a mindset unfixed
Random instincts   spaced out 
In the cumulus mix
An expansive effusion
Far out and beyond my temporal shackles
Free are my thoughts without prompt
Closed minds shallow and 
desolate debacles
dissipate in this airy romp

On wispy clouds I dwell in…
high above I’ve risen
Here no need to reason
nor the blends of interpretation
Far away, so far from you, ascended 
From the fiery pit below
which awaits my return
Where blazing saddles shame my name
where gross gossip lives and 
bloody rumors stain, 
Ablaze are the blame games

I dwell in cirrus pillows…
The scoped hemispheric 
veils, bands and billows
Musings— using me

I chose to dwell in halo clouds
My mind with no refrains
Nothing to lose nothing to gain
A spirit free from hate 
Soley my mind
Opens heaven’s gate
© I Am Anaya  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member I was born there

I was born in the odds, 
I lived through it,
dotted the lines on my path
I was born among hyenas, 
these scrambling to stiffen the last breath, 
Amidst hurts and hate first from home,

A lot cast in mirage and fantasies,
Hope too soon cut short,
Survival, a struggle, 
Unexplainable Fratricidal warfare,
The closer in blood, the more bloodier, 

A race without consent
A badge of calumny, 
Shot on the heels like Achilles, 
Bore cruelty from innocence to adulthood, 
Unending miasma, the debacles of a short existence, 

Abandoned, secluded,
for reaction occasioned by their own bile, 
Childhood stolen, 
set on a slippery path as they watch a peradventure slide to my ill.
From ambuscade, they drew their swords, 
Their arrows bathed in blood unabated,
Aiming at my marrows,

I groan and mourn in the dark,
Enemies as friends monitoring, 
Friends as enemies watching.
This path not by Choice.
I lived through it, 
A thousand bands of  beasts assaulting,
Into this war, enlisted.

I was born there, buoyed by troubadour, 
Somewhere in Africa, 
My right are taken away from me, 
Where laws are drafted by criminals, 
Where the police pay themselves on the streets, 
Where certificate are mere papers with payments, 

I was born there , 
Where criminals are protected and sanity deemed madness, 
Somewhere in West Africa 
where compassion is extinct
The survival of the fittest, 
Street boys kills to survive, 
Scholars abandon politics to simpleton, 
Where the brightest are critics and cadres prevents the ambitious 

I live there, 
Where certificate is a document to escape, 
Lawyers now charge and bail for survival, 
Doctors protesting like urchins
Poets selling cosmetics, 
bankers riding "Okada", 
Amongst drug peddlers, 
Amongst cultist, 
Where clergymen induce the gullible,
In this cage we call country.
I was born there.

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